unhealed
Wounds from my past still sting. I try not to bring myself to that time again. Why can't things just be like when I was a kid? Having no knowledge of anything. Just care-free and dumb. Things happen for a reason and maybe God has something to do with this. Will he heal me? I want to ask him but I don't know how. I guess he wants me to believe that it is okay and get closure from that. I've been through a lot and most of it wasn't my fault. I want to say I can help fix it, but I can't. I'm just a piece of furniture that is in the way, being the obstacle to stop what went on. I am a victim of an unhealed soul murder. I was and maybe still in that hopeless place. But I don't want to be. I want these wounds and scars of hurt and emotional damage to disappear. I want to start fresh. Like a baby. Baby skin so clear and soft, knowing nothing, smiling at the little things, crying at the little things. I am unhealed and I plan to heal myself soon. I guess time will soothe the pain. I want things in my life to get better. Real soon.
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